It's just one darned thing after another for our hapless hero in this delightfully old-fashioned comedy thriller. Frankie Howerd revels in the chance to mix chuckles with chills as a fifth-rate entertainer called Foster Twelvetrees invited out to a gloomy mansion by a weird collection of aristocrats. Things start to go thump in the night with hectic regularity on his arrival, and it isn't long before bodies begin to follow them. The proceedings are decked up in good style by director Peter Sykes, who stages his more gasp-provoking moments with considerable expertise. But the giggles hold their own in the midst of the mayhem. One look at Howerd's crabbed expression is likely to have you falling about. In the centre of a film such as this, he's invaluable. There's a hair-raising scene in a snake-pit, and other developments it wouldn't be fair to reveal. Ray Milland heads the would-be deadly relations.


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